Christian

Yeah he dead an gone These dead niggas fuckin up my lungs Im itching for a kill, got me reaching for my gun My brotha christian, before he spin, he be talkin with the nun Why you wit em girl Why, why you fuckin' with them bums I'ma spaz out, you ain't spaz shit I'ma hawk his ass down where corey at Oh wait, he in the ground When I see him out, sniff em out Like a fuckin' hound You was in the hood without yo glock And these bullets laid you down Tuck you in, read your bedtime story While we rock em' out F*ck a stick I'ma grab the drum and knock his noodle back Smokin' on that fat bitch, because he turned out to be a rat Ayy, Corey, how you goin' for that Ayy, shit, you kant go for shit Cause that niggas ina pack I can really get your ass popped Just gotta throw a rack And, nigga, I'ma blow your head off Like we in Iraq And you know i really want em dead if we go up to sac And these niggas dont know shit bout what we on nigga, ayy turn this bitch back up Keep talkin' bout my brother I'ma hit em where it hurts I'ma step up on a nigga And leave his dumbass at the church I had to make sure he was dead So i shot his fuckin hearse Where i leave his body Depend on how many percs im on Dry snitch on myself, and put his coordinates all up ina song Bullets through his spine They gon' crack, all through his bone Make sure all his niggas know Ima smoke him while he on the phone And I can't stop, steppin' till they all gone Yeah i be flexin but ion got shit, go getcho own money When im in that zone, ima send shots all through his belly Somebody wipe his nose, it been lookin real runny Just mixed a perc wit xan, i been feelin real funny Might spin his block, and hop out the car like a fuckin bunny Yeah, i know why you fuckin wit me bitch, just know you gettin nun from me And when we push up ona nigga, made a fat bitch get to runnin Bitch close yo mouth, cause money my discussion Dumb nigga dropped his low, we gon shoot the fuckin function F*ck a eight-ball, bitch you know he really un it Yeah he dead an gone These dead niggas fuckin up my lungs Im itching for a kill, got me reaching for my gun My brotha christian, before he spin, he be talkin with the nun Why you wit em girl Why, why you fuckin' with them bums I'ma spaz out, you ain't spaz shit I'ma hawk his ass down where corey at oh wait, he in the ground When I see him out, sniff em out Like a fuckin' hound You was in the hood without yo glock And these bullets laid you down Aye pass me another 30 nigga Aye pop me another one of these Lets make one mo nigga, then hop out the stu nigga Me an lil tuuts Aye, bitch, aye, aye, bitch Haha